After lunch I headed out alone walking the Prado towards the Malecon to find the lady I intended to give the hotel soaps and shampoos too. Along the way there were multiple artists displaying their work. One that caught my eye appeared to be giving instruction to children.

Continuing on to the Malecon I turned left and managed to find the lady’s building, but once inside, the maze of stairways and dark corridors made it impossible to find her apartment. Another tenant came out and tried to help me. She invited me into her place while she finished making lunch for her son. I asked if I could photograph her and after taking her picture she called her son out because she wanted me to photograph them together. I showed them the picture on the screen on the back of the camera and they seemed pleased.

It was impossible for me to describe the person or apartment I was looking for, but I remembered that it looked down on an open courtyard with a beautiful ceramic tile mural on the wall. So, through gesturing I convinced this woman that I was looking for a mural of his type. After directing me to several similar murals in the building, she finally showed me to the one I was looking for. From that courtyard I could look up to the apartment I was trying to reach. I thanked my new friend and gave her a few of the shampoo samples. At first she refused but then finally she accepted them. She went back to her apartment and I went off to find the lady I was originally looking for. I climbed every stair in that rabbit warren and could not get to the place I wanted. Finally, giving up, I headed back toward our hotel, stopping to take a few pictures along the way.

Climbing to the top of the hotel I got a nice shot of the Capitolio in the late afternoon. It looked so nice I decided to walk over the to see if I could get some other perspective of the building. Arriving on the opposite side of the old capitol I took some photos of a cigar factory. Strangely, this is one of the few places you could not go into to photograph. A friendly fellow, apparently the curator of what appeared to be a graveyard of rusted out old trains (I think they considered it a museum) invited me in. He unlocked the gate for me and proudly showed me around. At first I thought this is not going to be worth photographing, but I snapped a few pics just to make him feel good.  Then I noticed this old engine that had been made in 1920 in Wilkes-Barre, PA and thought that would make a nice composition with the old Capitol of Havana in the background. And of course I had to take his picture next to one of the trains.